Butter Love - June 25, 2026

melted and soaking toast,

the oil squeezing out with

each bite

slathered over corn on the cob,

my lips and chin a gaudy bliss

as I pull away

even crackers when scooped

with its softened yellow fat

I eat with eyes rolled back

it’s a guaranteed win

when the losses pile up

and money I can bank on

to fatten my resolve

a slippery injection of happiness

when it’s not possible

to take one more bite out of life